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Without a trace
                              Without a face
A name no longer used
           Eyes that are no longer met
                     Hands that don't feel
   Ears that don't hear
              Leaving no memories
  Leaving no legacy
             Is that what it means to be
        Forgotten?
Are you forgotten? How would you even tell?
Run though the alleys in my mind, running from these distorted thoughts. Should be careful to what you might find, for I am a misleading bright red gleaming apple. Polished on the outside, but slowly decaying on the inside. Never be too certain when you bite a gleaming gilded fruit
Between the shadows of our minds comes the answers to all of our questions
Struggle awake, restless eyes.
Arms begin to shake, fix on my disguise.
Walk beneath my toes, legs attempt to fall.
Tired of thinking If anyone really knows, giving up on it all.
Talk though half spoken words, treat your ears to all my lies. Seems as if everyone is sharpening their swords, even still laughter flies. Exhausted from being, wanting to fade away. Questioning what I'm feeling, before what I'm feeling sways. Engulfed by my bed, left to be forgotten.
Except for the voices in my head, because in the inside I'm rotten. Close my eyes for the final time, my tune has chimed for my
sleepless eternity

— The End —